This is a short story (maybe three or four chapters) about Legolas' adventure that changes his life.
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(English is not my native language, please tell me about grammer and mispesslings threw PM please)
The warm sun was rising. The stars vanished that night bringing the morning sun. The sky was blue and the sun beat down on you if you stayed out too long. But it was a pleasant feeling. Elves from all over Mirkwood came, walking with their families, holding hands and smiling. For today was a very special day. The Elves walked to the front of the Mirkwood palace, where the king stood on the large balcony that faced the entire kingdom. Thranduil smiled as he saw his messenger arrive. Noticing all the Elves that were ready to see their new heir to the kingdom, come out and be shown.
Thranduil walked back inside. Inside the large bedroom had healers, family, family friends, and most of all, his beloved. Thranduil looked at his darling wife. She smiled weakly. She was dressed in her bed, and held the small bundle that was born just last night. She kissed him softly and whispered his name. The tiny Elf opened his small eyes to see his Nana and Ada. The elfling had a gold bracelet on his left hand, it was just the right size, His Ada also put on the crown he would wear when he was a prince on his tiny head. Seeing it staying put. The king was pleased. Thranduil smiled as he helped his wife up from the chair and the two moved to the balcony, the wind picked up, white blossom petals went everywhere. It was a beautiful sight. The kingdom cheered as they saw their new heir to the throne. They smiled and clapped seeing their Prince. The queen smiled. Seeing her only son give off a small smile. The sun was bright that day, just like it will be for the next years to come until an evil threatens to destroy and take his chance at the throne
The crisp air was refreshing for the elfling who was playing alone in the woods. He smiled and giggled and played with the trees, forest animals and his imagination. He played leap frog with some rabbits, he played hide-and-seek with some deer and two bear cubs. He even played tag with some snakes, deer and two ducks. He enjoyed the time he got to spend away from everyone else and have a chance at being alone. But being the king's son, being alone was a rarity so the Prince of Mirkwood was enjoying every second he had alone. He laughed, giggled and whispered with the wind. He rolled around, did flip-like jumps, and stopped when he realized, he was far from home. Thinking this was a bad idea to go any further, he decided to head the way he came, but…which way was that? The Prince was scared He was worried he wouldn't reach home before anyone would notice his disappearance. Feeling cold and wet (due to the cold wind and it now raining on him) The Prince walked around, trying to look for a reminder to show him where he was. The Prince was anxious to get home and fast. He didn't want to be alone anymore. Being alone, was frightening when you're (probably) miles away from home. The Prince, giving up, sat under some shady trees. Seeing lighting dance in the sky and hearing the drum-like noise following it. The elfling smiled, he couldn't recall as to why he was ever scared of thunderstorms they were beautiful if you got a closer look at them. The Prince, lying on a bed of fresh green leaves (thanks to the tree) smiled and looked at the lightning in the sky. No one would have dared be outside in a thunderstorm. Not even the grown-ups. The elfling felt very brave for doing what no other person older or his age would even try. He had set out to only play for a few minutes and it turns into a campout under this magical show. He smiled. When the storm was over, the stars were coming out of the sky. Realizing how late it might be and how much trouble he was going to be in, he hurried out from under the tree's protective branches and thick leaves and ran down the valley until he had found his kingdom. The magnificent palace looked like it was made of crystal it was so beautiful. But the elfling wasn't about to stop and stare, he climbed some branches until he had climbed over the tall, tall wall the separated his kingdom from the "outside world".
The elfling smiled. No one had caught him yet. He quickly tied back his golden shoulder-length hair and kept his big, bright blue, eyes open. He wouldn't want anyone to catch him. The elfling continued to sneak past guards who were either looking for him or on patrol. The elfling smiled and made his way into the back door. Which led to the kitchen where cooks were too busy tending to their duties would even stop to look at the Prince. (More or less, even notice he had returned from being missing). The Prince managed to walk in plain sight and not once did he hear his name being announced. Smiling the elfling managed to take a few sweets and hide them in his cloak pocket. The elfling made his way to the long hallway that was decorated in pictures and metal armor (almost like a shrine) of the past kings or queens. The prince hid a few times in the curtains to prevent from being seen. He felt that if he made it to his bedroom, things would automatically be "alright" or "normal" But he forgot his deal he had made with his Ada. He forgot all about not going outside the palace walls. He was to stay in the garden- and never to leave it unattended. The elfling totally forgot all about that. He decided that maybe he should talk to his Ada about changing that rule to letting him expand his "play-area" The elfling opened his door to his room, to see his Ada standing furiously in the middle of his room.
"Saw you sneak back over the wall." Thranduil said. The elfling smiled a puppy-dog-eye smile but it was a sweet and innocent one. Thranduil sighed. What was he going to do with his son? Legolas was a curious elfling and when elflings get curious, they tend to get in trouble or seriously hurt. The king sighed once more and took a long look at his only son. Legolas had grown some but was still small. He looked more and more like his mother each day that passed. He was growing smarter, stronger, braver, and more talented. He wasn't going to be an elfling forever, but there was still time to be small.
"What were you thinking?" The king asked. "Did you possibly think of not only the consequences of being caught outside the walls or the consequences of what would of happened to you in the storm that passed?"
"Not really." Legolas mumbled.
"What?" The king's anger rose.
"Nothing," Legolas said innocently. "I was thinking of how much I missed the trees and the wind whispering in my ear." Legolas cooed. The Prince kept his tongue in his mouth for now. He didn't want to blurt out anything that might get him in trouble. The Prince had a habit of doing such things that will get him either: yelled at and punished for, or getting the "silent treatment" (Meaning his father would be so disappointed in him, he wouldn't even know the words to say, which pained Legolas the most)
"I'm sorry to hear that you missed all of that, but as not only your king- but your father- I told you to stay in the garden, Ion nin. I expected you to follow my orders."
Legolas nodded. "I am sorry, Ada" Legolas chocked. He promised over and over again he wouldn't do such a thing anymore. Thranduil smiled and commanded Legolas to sit next to him. Legolas did so. He watched a healer inspect some small cuts on his face when he was told he'd be fine, Thranduil sighed a sigh of relief. He was happy knowing his elfling was safe. Legolas told Thranduil what he did when he "left" the kingdom. Thranduil was happy Legolas made a good connection with nature, every elf did. Especially elflings. Thranduil told Legolas what he would be doing tomorrow.
"Royal…studies?" Legolas asked. "Ada, what is that?"
"It means you will practice manners…you need them." Thranduil mumbled that last part to himself, noticing the elfling didn't bother to take off his muddy boots, or even change out of his soaking wet blue tunic.
"Also, Legolas, you will practice and learn our culture. You will learn to write efficiently, you will also learn to read." Thranduil smiled. Legolas cocked his head just a bit. Shrugged and went back to what his Ada was teaching him-how to braid hair. Legolas knew how to but was having trouble. Elves had to learn to do special things with their hair; their hair was like money to men: valuable and hard to have back what was lost of it. Legolas and his Ada were in the middle of something when a guard burst into the hall.
"My lord, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have just heard word that…" The guard gulped. "He…is back." Thranduil gulped. His brother came back? What did that worm want? Thranduil didn't "dislike" his brother, he hated his actions. His brother, his younger brother had been envious of Thranduil that he had taken the thrown, but now that Thranduil had a son, he wouldn't become heir to the throne, which made Thranduil's brother leave in the first place.
The king looked at his son. He was trying to read something when he decided Legolas shouldn't be in the room when his brother walked in.
"Legolas go to my study room, or the garden, just out of the hall" Thranduil ordered. Legolas looked up and wondered why he wasn't allowed in the hall. Maybe Ada has a surprise for me. Legolas smiled. Legolas hopped away, no need to ruin the surprise. The tiny elfling ran all the way to his father's study room. There might be something interesting to do in there. He found nothing but paper work and "old elf" stuff. He got bored and ran to the garden. It was pleasant outside once more.
Back in the hall, the king glared at his brother. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His ears were pointy, but his smile was crooked. A grin no one could trust.
"What do you want-Worm?" Thranduil glared. His brother, looking up and remembering that old nickname he was called.
"Oh my dear brother, calling me by elflingish names, really now, how old are we?" Worm smiled.
"My wife and I never saw you after the birth of my son." Thranduil glared some more.
"That? Oh I feel so dreadful!" Worm failed (sarcastically) on the floor. "Must of slipped my mind." Thranduil knew his greedy brother was lying.
"I'm glad I came, so I could meet him." Thranduil felt protective and anger.
"I'm sure he wouldn't want to meet you, Worm." Thranduil sneered. "He doesn't like Elves that lie, cheat and are greedy."
Worm cocked a grin. His older brother was always liked more than he was. He did admit he was the "evil" one. But that didn't stop him from trying to get what he wanted, even if he had to crawl through hell and back he'd do what it took to get away from harm or to something. (This is how he got his nickname by his older brother). That soon led on to elves all over Mirkwood calling him such a thing. Calling him "Worm".
Worm looked up.
"Is there a law saying I cannot…bond…with any members of my family? So what if I want to be king? I don't think that will ever be possible…" Worm answered. Thranduil looked at Worm. Worm had always been a thief, a liar, an awful Elf. Yes, he looked beautiful, (actually, he was quite stunning) but that didn't stop him from acting like: a snake in the grass. Thranduil looked at his brother. He didn't want a "thing" like Worm going anywhere near his son. But he was family, he did deserve to at least look at him.
"I will accompany you. But one word that causes even him to look sad, I will not hesitate to-"
"Oh, big brother, you always assume the worst from me. What can I say? I'm a changed Elf." Worm lied. Thranduil saw right through his little lie too. The king nodded at some guards who followed Thranduil and Worm to the Prince, who was enjoying some tea and trying to sketch a flower. Legolas captured every part of the dying rose. He looked saddened by how beautiful it looked just this morning, but was now starting to wilt. Legolas rubbed two fingers under the rose and if by magic, the rose blossomed back up and was standing tall. Legolas was proud to of helped the flower in such a way. Legolas was in the middle of sketching another petal when he noticed his father walking to him, along with another man.
Thranduil patted his son on the head and smiled. Legolas looked at the other man who was with them. He had light blonde hair, it was so blonde, it looked white. He had bright blue eyes. Eyes Legolas felt he couldn't trust. Legolas smiled at the man, he was with his Ada and was an elf. Any elf liked by his Ada, was an elf he would like as well. Legolas stood up and smiled some more.
"Legolas, this is your uncle." Thranduil introduced.
"Worm, this is your nephew and future king, Legolas." Thranduil emphasized on the words: "future king" but Legolas didn't know why. Legolas shook Worm's hand, and smiled.
"I'm Legolas, wanna' see what I did?" Legolas asked. Worm nodded, still looking at the king.
"I drew this." Legolas showed Worm the picture of the dying flower. He's such a talented boy, Worm thought. Worm looked some more at the picture, for a five year old (in human years) Legolas had drawn something as good as a professional artist. Legolas shoed the picture to his Ada next, he smiled and almost felt like crying.
"Legolas, this is wonderful." Thranduil smiled. Legolas took back the sketch pad and looked up at Worm. Worm smiled, he had a bag with him and brought it down for Legolas to look in to.
"I have something for you, Leggy" Legolas now realizing he had a nickname smiled. "I hope you enjoy it." Worm handed Legolas what looked like an old book but it was really a memory picture book, filled with pictures full of the old kings and queens of the past, Including Thranduil and his beloved before they died.
"Ada, it's Nana" Legolas smiled. Thranduil looked at Worm. He couldn't tell if Worm wanted to make Legolas feel bad and cry, or if Worm had changed, but realizing the book had been stolen long ago and just given to his son, made Thranduil sick. What kind of Uncle gives his nephew something that was stolen? Worm smiled.
"I'm glad you like it, I hope to see you around during my stay here."
"Stay?" Thranduil and Legolas said simultaneously. Thranduil sounded appalled and confused, but Legolas excited and happy. Worm looked at Thranduil who got no more than a glare and a sigh.
"I'll show you to your room, Worm."
"Worm?" Legolas asked. "That's a cool nickname."
"Thank you, Legolas but my real name is: Rauko" Demon. Legolas trembled when he heard what his named was. Why would he be named Demon? Aren't elves nice and polite? Legolas thought. Legolas shrugged and realized that Worm is a better name for his uncle then anything. Legolas followed his Ada and uncle to the guest bedroom His uncle was rewarded. Thranduil told Worm the rules around the palace and how it's going to be quiet for a majority of the time and never to leave past the palace walls alone, never to bother anyone working (basic house rules) ect. Thranduil had a bad feeling about Worm's stay.
Thranduil immediately took Legolas out of Worms sight and swooped him in his arms.
"Ada." Legolas giggled. Legolas was still looking at the picture book Worm had given him Thranduil had a bad feeling about his younger brother. A very bad feeling.
The elfling was outside having fun chasing a butterfly that also was playing with him. The elfling hid behind a tree and the butterfly was confused as to where the elfling was, he looked around and noticed his wings were being pulled on gently.
"Got ya'!" The elfling smiled. The butterfly smiled and realized he had to leave. The elfling was sad by this act, he had no one to play with now. Everyone was busy and it was such a nice day too.
He noticed his uncle, and smiled.
"Hey, uncle Worm?" He called. The cruel man turned around and smiled an eerie smile. "Guess what?"
"I despise guessing game, my nephew." The elfling didn't hear that last part. Instead he still told his greedy uncle what was on his mind.
"I have no one to play with and I'm bored, can you play with me?" The elfling asked. His uncle smiled and crouched down to the elfling's height. (Which was no more than three and half feet tall) He smiled and showed his white teeth.
"You know why I don't play with you?" Worm asked. The elfling shook his head no. "It's because I have weak knees, you father thought it would be funny when we were kids to shoot me in both knees when we were your age. Even though I was better at the bow then he ever was." Worm then fell to the concrete bench looking up at the sky, in a long white robe, Legolas wouldn't have dreamed of getting it that dirty, so swiftly Legolas walked over to his uncle and sat next to him.
"Hey, uncle Worm. When I am king what does that make you?" Legolas asked.
"An annoying elf's uncle, like I already am." Worm moaned.
Legolas laughed softly. "You're weird."
"So, you father showed you your kingdom?" Worm asked. Legolas took a minute to remember. Thranduil showed his the valleys and the lake. He showed his son the prairies and when there was time, part of the forest. Not all of the forest, unfortunately, only the sunny part.
"Yes." Legolas smiled. "But not the shadowy place"
"You mean, he didn't show you where the spiders lived?" Worm asked. "Of course he didn't only the bravest of elves go there."
"Well, I'm brave what's out-"
"Oh, my favorite Nephew I wouldn't want to tell you because your Daddy doesn't want to hear you go up to him and cry about how I told you that's where a spider's graveyard was-oops" Worm on purposely told Legolas what was out there, he just acted as if he didn't mean to.
"A spider's Graveyard? Wow!" Legolas was interested now.
"Oh, Legolas don't tell your father and remember it's our little secret." Worm put a finger to his lips and Legolas nodded. Legolas hurried back inside the palace and Worm smiled, his plan was working. A plan to get rid of the king and P
The child was running now to the sunny patch where the royals (the king, some council men, and some ladies in waiting, men and women off of work, and some healers) were taking a break and "soaking up" some sunshine. The king smiled seeing his son approach him. Legolas took his seat next to Thranduil and let his Ada brush his hair. Legolas had something to ask of his father.
"Ada, Uncle Worm tells me that you used to play together." Legolas said. "Is that true?"
"Of course, we are brothers, we were bound to play with each other one day or another." Thranduil didn't like where this was going.
"But, he told me that you took your arrows and shot him in his knees, is that true too, Ada?" Legolas asked. Thranduil sighed.
"Legolas, Worm was doing a bad thing and he wouldn't stop. So the only way to make him stop from doing something was to do a harmful act. He wouldn't listen to me, yes he was injured and yes I'm surprised he can still walk, but he never did do something like that ever again" At least I don't think he did, Thranduil thought.
"What was he doing?" Legolas asked.
"He stole a little girl's hairbrush" Thranduil liked, knowing full well that Legolas was too young and innocent to hear all the things Worm has done in his lifetime. Legolas shrugged it off.
"What else did you do with Worm?" Legolas asked. "He told me he was the best at using the bow."
Thranduil scoffed. "Is not, your Ada taught him how to use one, now at the dagger he is good I will admit, Legolas Worm told you a lie." Legolas felt hurt that his uncle did such a thing. Realizing that he too, had lied once in his life and had gotten away with it so Legolas forgave him. Legolas decided that maybe he should get something for his uncle, after all, Worm had given him this nice book it was only natural that he should give him something nice in return.
"Ada, what does Worm like?" Legolas asked. Thranduil didn't want to answer that, knowing the elfling shouldn't know anything about killing or hunting animals. That was the only thing Worm ever liked, killing. Thranduil asked why Legolas wanted to know. Legolas told him how he wanted to give his uncle a gist, seeing he was rewarded with one. Thranduil smiled, Legolas was the most spoiled elf in all of middle earth and he was surprisingly generous out of it. Legolas made hand-crafted items and was good at it; he once made scarfs for every warrior in the palace for the wintertime.
"Ada, Can I show worm my bow?" Legolas asked. Thranduil shuttered. He didn't want him to show his uncle his bow because Worm might steal it and pawn money for it. Thranduil shook his head.
"No need for that Legolas, because I am going to take you someplace soon." Thranduil smiled.
"Oh! Where we going? Where we going? Where we going?" Legolas said excitedly. Thranduil laughed. "You'll see but after I relax." Legolas sighed, he wanted to go now, but then again some surprises are best waiting for then approaching suddenly. Legolas met up with his best friend: Leofrick. Leofrick, was a light blonde haired elf, with sparkling brown eyes. He smiled at Legolas.
"Hello, Legolas, what are we doing today?" Leofrick asked.
"To a spider's graveyard." Legolas whispered.
"Wow!"
"Hush! Don't tell anyone, we'll get in trouble for even thinking of going there." Legolas reminded. "My uncle told me about this place and I want to be the first elfling-well, we will be the first elflings to ever go to the spider's graveyard and come back with a dead spider that we killed!" Legolas smiled, showing his bow to Leofrick. Leofrick also had a bow; it wasn't as detailed as Legolas' but it was better than nothing. Legolas and Leofrick climbed the tree that was out of a perfect sight of any guard, they jumped on the ground and made their way to the forest. Both have been in the forest but not in the "dark" area, more or less alone. Legolas and Leofrick were excited today would not only be a day that they would never forget, but a day they almost got killed.
rince and make himself king of Mirkwood
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-XxxLegolasloverxxX